My name is Alana. I’m 26 years old and my husband John is 30.

He’s always trying to convince me to write you a letter about the hottest sex that I’ve had with him. The truth, however, is that the hottest sex I’ve ever had really wasn’t with my husband.

During my freshman year of college, I took a part-time job at a local pawnshop. The owner, Alex, was a black man in his late 40s. I was only 18. Alex was married, but I guess I was at that age where most girls get kind of fixated on older men, and after working at the pawnshop for a couple months, I definitely developed a schoolgirl crush on Alex. He was six-foot-three and powerfully built from the years he played college football. He became my secret fantasy guy when I would sit at home and masturbate, and I couldn’t wait to go... Read More